My way to homeopathy

My way to homeopathy....or I really should say: how homeopathy has found its way to me.

I ran into it literally from an early age, it hit me up to pain threshold, until I finally conformed myself to it at our "main meeting"...

As
a child i had wished to become a tailor. It was just too fascinating, when my
mother produced out of sheer individual cloth and threads - sort of Lego bricks, that's how it would be
interpreted by a child nowadays - solid
tissue and completely new and different little dress, something different for
everyone, and everything from the same or similar "mosaic pieces ",
in other words fabric- and yarn remnants.

Later on I read in a very philosophical book, that you always fulfill your childhood dreams- you may not recognise them at first and therefore you often accidental think, you haven't accomplished your goal.

At some remote period I realized the meaning of this sentence, and also that I had realized my childhood career aspirations - but that I save for last.

Homeopathy-Meeting Part 1

My grandmother had posted on her bedside table a few small vials, which were interpreted to me as extremely mysterious: because I could not read- i only know, that what I considered rightly as letters, contained many "0"and that the name on a bottle started with the same letter, which graced the whole family dishes (a "P") and consequently belonged somehow to grandma and therefore had to belong to me as well. Grandma taught me that the name was a mystery- as in the Rumpelstielzchen fairy tale- back at that time my thoughts about this fairy tale were pretty intense- and that this secret didn't need to be touched, eaten up or be pronounced, which totally made sense to me. ( By the way, from today's perspective a good and imaginative, childlike comprehensible pedagogy)

But there was a head, an image on each bottle. I really wanted to know who that would be- whoever belongs to us (only because of the " P"). I do not remember whether Grandma told me or not. All I know is that I didn't find out, or simply had forgotten, because a few years later I discovered tons of these bottles in a pharmacy, went in and asked who was the man on the vials.

I didn't get an answer, it only caused an absurd amusement- after all i was already seven years old and concluded then, that the " P" and the vials were not about me...., and i decided to become more reasonable .

In the "final stadium" of my marriage I was in an unspeakable constitution. So I had to go to a doctor. To Mr. von Ungern-Sternberg in Detmold. A homeopathical doctor. He was my first medical role model...

It was my great teacher Martin Stübler who suddenly aroused my childhood memories in one of our last conversations with a cheerful remark: the secret, the "P", and my expressed career aspirations at the age of six to become a dressmaker...